The Rise of the Deathly Hallows

A/N: I know, I know you are all waiting for another chapter of my other fic. Sorry, inspiration seems to be evading me as of late. Encouragement would be nice, though. =D

If this plot seems familiar to you, yes, it is from another author who posted it a long time ago, as I was curious about the continuation of this fic, I contacted the author and asked her about it, she said she had too much on her hands at the time, but if I wanted I could feel free to rewrite her story, as long as I kept key parts of her plot that she specifically selected. And so I did.

Thanks of course to Madame Butterfly for her kindness and awsome plot. You are the best!!!

The Rise of the Deathly Hallows.
By Ran Mouri.
Based on previous story by Madame Butterfly.

If someone had told Harry Potter he would be faced with such mistery and intrigue when he got up that morning, he would have just raised an inquisitive eyebrow before marching right back to bed. He was not up to another cruzade of danger and adventure. Let another ridiculously lucky bastard take the job of the chosen one now.

Of course, no one warned Harry that morning as he sipped his tea and read The Profet. There was no indication as of anything wrong, and that was, maybe, the best indication.

The taxes on some exotic powdered root vital for modern potion making had risen once again. Some witches had staged a protest against the ministerial prohibition of a preconceptive worm for homosexual pregnancies based on moral standars. Prince William was having an affair with a French noblewoman of some sort.

He snorted, remembering Hermione's shocked expression when the King of Magical France himself came to congratulate them after the end of the war. Who would have thought that the Wizarding World had kept alive the French Monarchy? Certainly none of them did. Ron had to patiently explain to his girlfriend about wizardy tradition and that most governments had their monarchies untouched even when muggles preferred republics.

Harry had just rolled his eyes and tried to ignore the cameramen.

Now, almost seven years later, he wished he had paid more attention to the gossips around the monarchs, it was certainly more interesting that his current life as an auror. Sure, he had Ginny, and sure, they loved eachother. But who would have thought that, instead of wanting to get married like Ron and Hermione had, she would have plain and simply told him that she wanted to finish her education at a Magical University, then get her own job and THEN get married to him?

He had not seen her in three months which also reduced his instances for sexual release to... none?

Frustrating, to say the least.

Suddenly a page made him stop his reading, double check and re-read.

Announcements to the Editor, something that, as stupid as it sounded, made his day each morning. He had to admit it made him feel inmense pleasure to read the opinions of some educated wizards and witches that, finally, decided to question the system.

With a smile on his face, he read.

For you, my darling rebel:

I know you are upset. I know we erred greatly and I cannot find in my heart the right words to request your forgiveness, but I can only hope with all my heart and soul you will find enough love inside of you to come back and give this foolish shell a second chance.

I'm sorry, my beloved.

Lady Papillon.

Harry smirked, someone very powerful had to have messed up to be using the Daily Profet to apologize. Idly he wondered who would be that powerful. Then shook his head, it was of no concern to him anyway.

He kept reading...

... in addition, the sudden disappearance of our most honoured Sir Ashborn can only mean that this scandal goes deeper into the roots of our society than we all imagine. I would recomend that we start looking at eachother and really think where this life style is leading us all. Let's get out of this acursed stuppor and start to live, Wizarding England.

Yours hopefully.

Dietrich M. Harker.

A smile curved Harry's lips. An idealist. He loved to read about them, he loved to read their announcements. It reminded him that a change of generation was near and that the wizarding world was finally cleansing itself.

He took a sip of his tea...

... and promply spitted it all out in shock.

To all our blessed companions:

The time is near for we managed to retrieve our rightfull heirloom, only the chosen ones will rise with pride into our new magical society. A society where the God and the Goddess will love eachother in perfect harmony and no wizard or witch will be left out of their powerful embrace. Prepare yourselves, for we have gathered the Deathly Hallows and we will use them come next Ostara night. Be prepared.

The high priest and priestess.

And, of course, next to such announcement came a simbol that Harry, regretfully, knew too well. A triangle with a circle inside, crossed by a straight line.

The simbol of the Deathly Hallows.

Unconsciously his eyes travelled to the trunk he had hidden in the secret bault over the fireplace. No one but himself could open that bault and inside rested his father's cloak, one of the Deathly Hallows. He had also placed a charm in there, so if someone who was not himself touched the cloak, he or she would be immediately apparated before Harry.

So far nothing had alerted him of anything wrong happening. But still, just to make sure, he ran to his fireplace and opened the bault.

The cloak was there...

Then... what did they mean by 'we have gathered the Deathly Hallows'? It was imposible for someone to have them all if the Cloak was here, and the Wand was securely burried with Dumbledore's corpse under a granite monument in the middle of Hogwarts.

No, he was getting paranoid.

It was surely a joke.

He ran a hand through his hair and frowned, ready to aparate to the Profet's office and to get that High Priest's owling information when Ron's head appeared on the fireplace.

"Mate, we have a case... a big one, you better come here," he said slowly, a worried frown on his own freckled face. Harry nodded, picked up his cloak and appareted to the Magical Law Enforcement Department on the Ministry. When Ron firecalled him when he specifically knew he liked to have his breakfast alone, it meant it was important.

And sure it was...

Sitting with Ron in his office were Bill and Fleur. Bill had his arms around his wife's trembling frame as she sobbed quietly onto his shoulder. Ron stood by their side, offering his silent comfort to his sister in law. Harry stared at them in confusion.

"Fleur's sister disappeared," Ron stated simply as soon as he saw him.

"She was supposed to come home for the holidays but when we firecalled the school the Headmistress told us she never returned to school after we left her on the train," explained Bill, caressing his wife's hair in a vain attempt to calm her down.

"Please, Harry!" Fleur sobbed. "I know you two can find my little Gabrielle and bring her back home!"

Harry stared in shock. How could a seventh year student disappear from the train on its way to Beauxbaton and not leave a trail? He looked at Ron who nodded his head, directing his blue eyes to the case report on Harry's desk. So this was a direct order from Kingsley.

He nodded.

"Don't worry, Fleur, Bill. Ron and I will find her and bring her back safely, I swear," he said evenly, placing a comforting hand on the woman's shoulder. Fleur wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheeks.

"Thank you, Harry! I knew you both would not abandon us now." Bill also gave them his gratitude as he led his wife away, a little better now that they both knew the case would be solved.

Harry and Ron would take care of it.

"What do we have, Ron?" he asked as soon as they were left alone. The redhead shook his head.

"Nothing good, actually. As far as this goes, the only thing out of place during that semester the Headmistress remembers was a man asking about the special treatment given to students with veela inheritance," he said with a frown. "Madame Maxine remembers him well, because he asked specifically for Veela's protection even though it is widely known that most half-magical creature's children prefer Durmstrang after Headmaster Karkaroff's death."

Harry frowned.

"Odd coinscidense considering Gabrielle was half veela herself," he said. "I guess a visit to Beauxbatons is the best place to start then." Ron nodded and, in seconds, both were on their office fireplace, on their way to Beauxbatons.

The Headmistress, Madame Maxine greeted them with a grim expression on her face and ushered them to her office immediately, both Aurors were quite surprised to see two blond men already sitting there.

"Gentlemen, allow me to introduce Headmaster Edvar Karkaroff, of Durmstrang, he is Igor Karkaroff's son and has taken his place," she said slowly. The man stood up and Harry noted curiously that mister Karkaroff looked nothing like his father. First of all he was smaller than Harry himself and had a gentle face frammed with long blond hair pulled into a neat braid. He also wore very traditional robes and held himself regally, nothing like his father's tall and nervous frame.

"Headmaster Karkaroff," Ron greeted immediately and shook the man's hand, Harry followed suit.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet both of you," Edvar said. "Stories of your skill have reached even us." Ron grinned a little, enjoying the attention, while Harry blushed uncomfortably. Edvar smiled. "Though I must say you two are nothing like my dearest cousin told me, but I guess his opinion cannot be counted, he was a little biased as he was a classmate of yours."

"Your cousin went to Hogwarts with us, Headmaster?" Ron asked curiously. "I don't remember any Karkaroff while we were at Hogwarts, do you Harry?" Before Harry could answer, Edvar shook his head with a smile.

"No no, my cousin does not have my last name at all," he said gently. "Actually he is not my real cousin, but we were quite close when we were children, so we think of eachother as family, perhaps you remember him, Draconis Malfoy? He was my best friend," Ron's smile died on his lips.

"Oh, Malfoy..." he swallowed, wondering if it would be polite to sneer at a guest of Madame Maxine. Thankfully Harry elbowed him discreetly and changed the subject.

"Madame Maxine, we are here to inquire about Miss Delacour's disappearance," he said seriously. The woman's face fell.

"Of course, Headmaster Karkaroff and I were discussing the same thing."

"Exactly, a lot of my students are concerned about the recent Veela disappearances and they fear that other magical creatures will follow suit, in Norway and France most of these children have found a peaceful enviroment to stude, away from persecution, but their parents fear that we have all of these young talents so close together and that it leaves them exposed to danger," Edvar explained worriedly.

"Quite understandable," sighed Harry. "Madame, you told the French Law enforcements that a man had been asking about Veela protection, can you tell us about that?" The woman nodded and sat back in her chair.

"Of course, Mr. Potter. I was quite surprised as you can understand, when Mr. Beghum came to inquire about that. He was very insistent on the matter. He wanted to know if he kept records of our student's percentages of inheritance and if we had special conscessions considered for each special case. If we imparted special flying lessons for those veelas that developed their wings or if we kept close surveilance on any stranger that might come near them due to their allure. He said he had his little daughter to worry about and that he would not feel safe leaving her in our care without proper the considerations on our part given her inheritance."

Ron sat by Edvar's side and frowned.

"Did you actually see the girl?" he asked. "It could have easily been a scam to get to know the records on Veela students so he could get close to Gabrielle Delacour." Madame stared at him for a momment before pulling a folder from a drawer in her desk.

"Actually, I did, Miss Beghum has been with us for six months now, she is a remarkable student but her percentage of veela inheritance is something to keep in mind, as soon as I saw her I understood completely her father's concern." And as she said that she pointed to a picture in the folder of a beautiful blonde young woman stretching her ivory wings to full lenght. Headmaster Karkaroff frowned then, taking the picture for closer inspection.

"That girl is almost a full veela, no wonder her father wanted to keep her protected," he said.

"But from whom?" Ron asked. Edvar and Madame Maxine turned to him, confussed. "I mean," he elaborated. "She is a pretty girl, of course, but why keep her protected? French laws conserning magical hibrids are not as intolerant as other countries'. Any veela child would be as safe inside Beauxbatons as any other student. Even if Miss Beghum was a full blooded Veela, there should be no worries over her safety."

"Unless Mr. Beghum already knew there was something dangerous that could target his daughter," Harry surmised, immediately understanding where his best friend and partner wanted to get at. "I think we need to pay Mr. Beghum a visit."

Madame Maxine sighed. "I expected as much," she said as she wrote a quick note on a piece of parchment. "That's Mr. Beghum's address and this," she extended another folder. "Is Basira Beghum's records, maybe you boys can find something we did not. I wish you both luck and please bring Miss Delacour back home safely, I will never forgive myself if something were to happen to her." Harry nodded, pocketing the information while Ron assured the woman with a small smile.

"Let's go then," he said to Harry.

"I guess bye then, tell Draco I said hi if you see him, it's been months since we talked." Headmaster Karkaroff said gently, making Ron's smile disappear, Harry just sighed and nodded, just to be polite.

Soon they had both left for the Ministry of Magic.

They had a case to investigate and a girl to save.

To Be Continued.

A/N: I know, I know, that's the same Edvar Karkaroff I used in another story of mine, but what can I say, I love the little midget. He was roleplayed a few years ago during "DURMSTRANG" an online rol-play table we sat on for over a year with lot's of friends from all over the world and I guess everytime I think Durmstrang I think about him. And yes, during that Role-play we all established he was Draco Malfoy's childhood friend, so sue me. *laughs*

So, what did you guys think? Weird? Boring? Should kill myself and forget about it? Feedback is always welcomed and a little bit craved. And don't worry, slash is coming.